This is a song about "Gold on me"

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I mean of course just the same old

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

After every show, a dream she hold

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

You gotta go all day for that gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,